After exile, I counterattacked with the farm space

The capital, in the emperor's palace.

Wen Chengfeng looked at the memorial handed in early, and sighed with some headaches, the number of refugees was more than ever before...

"Your Majesty, you have already done everything you can do. Open warehouses to release food, and punish yourself, the situation will gradually improve."

The manager Jiang Dehai gently handed Wen Chengfeng a cup of tea.In his opinion, Wen Chengfeng is already a rare wise gentleman.The emperor has the greatest power in the world, and most emperors may not admit it even if they have made mistakes, or even reflect on it.

However, for such an unwarranted mistake like a natural disaster, the emperor blamed himself for the crime caused by improper governance. This is undoubtedly a sign of a wise and generous king!
"Only you are the smooth-tongued, the best at talking. Forget it, you and I don't have the heart to read the scriptures. Let's go down and see the situation of the victims."

Wen Chengfeng took a sip of tea, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.After careful calculation, it has been a few days since the warehouse was opened to release grain, and my own response measures were timely. The huge number of refugees is strange, so it is better to visit and see in person.

This master-slave was also quick-witted. After changing into a normal uniform, he sneaked out behind the back of the other people in the palace, followed by only the hidden guards who secretly protected him.

The capital looked as lively as ever, and it didn't appear to be affected by the refugees at all.The main reason is that the disaster relief point in the capital is located not far from the city gate. Firstly, it is eye-catching enough, as long as you enter the capital, you can get relief immediately. Second, it is convenient to count the number of refugees who came to Beijing.

After passing through the downtown area, you can see from a distance that the porridge shed has been built and is cooking porridge with one big pot after another.

"Emperor Benevolent, open a warehouse to release grain! The old rules, one bowl per person, don't grab and don't squeeze!"

The people in charge of the porridge sheds were all servants of the capital's government office. They beat a gong and drum to signify the official start of today's relief.

The vegetable porridge exuded steaming heat, and the refugees who were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs began to line up to receive them in an orderly manner.Wen Chengfeng looked at the faces of the refugees calmly, but he was a little puzzled in his heart. Is there not enough rice in the granary?

The faces of these people still look yellow, thin and sick.

"Huang, Mr. Huang, after all, he escaped from another place. He has only been in Beijing for a long time. After all, he still needs to be raised."

Jiang Dehai's mind was spinning fast, he had served Wen Chengfeng's side for a long time, and whenever the emperor frowned, he would make a guess.

Wen Chengfeng pursed his lips slightly, what Jiang Dehai said was unreasonable.He ordered a pot of tea and sat down at a tea stand not far from the city gate.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, but an elderly figure fell to the ground without taking a few sips after receiving the porridge.

The sound of the porridge bowl being smashed to the ground caught Wen Chengfeng's attention.

"This porridge can't..."

The old man curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach and pointing at the porridge that had been shattered and spilled out, reminding the other refugees with trembling lips.

Everyone's complexion changed drastically. Seeing the old man who fell on the ground in the middle, no one dared to act rashly, but began to discuss in a low voice.

"What's going on, this is the fourth time, is there really something wrong with the rice donated by the court?"

"It's hard to say. Yesterday, a child fell, and today it's the old man's turn. It doesn't look right. But our court shouldn't be so stingy, right? The emperor is a generation of Mingjun..."

The yamen servants in charge of distributing porridge panicked. They did their duty and did not add anything to the rice. They were afraid of taking on the responsibility, so they quickly stepped forward and yelled at the old man on the ground.

"Hey, old man, don't play tricks, why is it okay for others to eat it, but you can't do it? Be careful if you confuse people and disturb people's hearts here, I will arrest you in the yamen!"

Looking at the old man, Wen Chengfeng's eyes flashed a look.

In the eyes of ordinary people, disasters are mostly considered to be people who have done something wrong and angered God.During the reign of the emperor, if a large or long-lasting disaster occurs, it is likely to be regarded as an ominous omen.

Once the common people think that this is a message from the heavens to the world, encountering a radical event may lead to uprisings everywhere and affect the rule.

In other words, this is also the best time to use the public opinion of the people to shake the hearts of the people.But seeing the old man's demeanor and the cold sweat on his forehead didn't seem to be fake, Wen Chengfeng gave Jiang Dehai a wink and asked him to invite someone from the medical clinic.

After Jiang Dehai left, Wen Chengfeng planned to step forward to stabilize the situation, but he only took a few steps before stopping abruptly.

"Get out of the way, our Minister of the Household Department is here. Saving people is like putting out a fire, get out of the way!"

Sun Youcai, who had heard the news, had already rushed over with people, and even thoughtfully brought people dressed as doctors, as if he had come prepared.

Considering that Sun Youcai himself was one of the perpetrators in the case of embezzling military pay and rations, Wen Chengfeng retreated silently into the crowd.I saw the so-called doctor squeezing the old man's abdomen in a serious manner. After repeated pressing, the old man vomited out the porridge he had swallowed.

"Old man, you have such a strong body, you have to eat less, your stomach can't stand it, after all, you are old and your food intake is limited..."

Sun Youcai pretended to be a good official, and personally helped the old man up, not forgetting to cover the glutinous rice.

In fact, his heart is like a bright mirror. As early as when he decided to shoddy the good, he had already asked the people in the medical clinic.

Glutinous rice cannot be eaten because it is already moldy. If only a small amount is ingested, the body will be better and there will be no obvious symptoms of discomfort in a short time.

But once ingested for a long time, or a large amount, problems such as vomiting, diarrhea, abdominal pain and nausea will follow.Because most of the refugees at the beginning were hired young adults, there was no need to worry about the problem being exposed at all.

But people are not as good as heaven, and real refugees have become a stumbling block.

"Thank you Lord Shangshu for saving your life..."

The old man cupped his hands, with a grateful expression on his face. Sun Youcai was obviously very useful. No matter how you look at it, the government and the people are enjoying themselves.

But Wen Chengyun, who was in the crowd, caught a voice that he didn't want to hear.

"Damn, there's definitely something wrong with this rice. The old and the young are all in trouble, and it's because of the good health among us. What kind of shit, isn't our beggar's life our life?"

"I also know that there are no good people in the government. I will stop acting tomorrow. I'll go begging as usual. At least I begged cleanly, so I don't have to worry about it!"

Wen Chengfeng leaned towards the source of the sound calmly, but his heart was filled with turbulent waves.